Photoglimmer: Good Dirt in Nobeyama, Japan

At each fork in the road in Nobeyama, Japan that day we took whichever road looked worse. Pavement to gravel to dirt to thick, tracked-out mud.

We kept going.

Finally, we turned up a road that looked suspiciously like it might not actually be a road. A few pedalstrokes in a tiny speck of a very far away man made a big X with his arms and held them out in front of his face: universal sign for turn back now.

On the way home we ate mysterious salty Japanese snacks from the 7-11 on the corner and I sat in her draft and marveled at how her golden bike managed to match her kit, her hair and the the endless fields around us.